Backstory: They say tragedy comes in threes. I lost my grandmother, my daughter and her father all in the span of a month. My grandmother held my daughter’s hand to the great beyond while I peeled her father’s hands from my neck. Between fear of loneliness and the gradual escalation of abuse, I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten. I didn’t leave even though all the signs were there. I’m determined to change the word “Victim” into Voice. I believe you aren’t in control of what happens to you, but how you react to it. If you’re a woman reading this, I love you. I’m rooting for you, my fellow butterfly babes, no matter what stage you’re in. You possess a magic that’s merely your own. Now I need you to believe it! Sending you love and light.
Please, keep fighting.
